About Nox

My name is Nox Sétanta. I am first and foremost a fictional character escaped from the mind of my creator AJ. I am always a work in progress, but at current I was born in ’92 in Boulder, Colorado but grew up in New York City where I work as a “monster” hunter. I am Magnus – specifically a Cesari – which means I can wield all four elements at the same time. My mother was human and my father is Venatori – my birth is only one of the things that makes me improbable – something I like to talk a lot about.

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About Nox

My name is Nox Sétanta. I am first and foremost a fictional character escaped from the mind of my creator AJ. I am always a work in progress, but at current I was born in ’92 in Boulder, Colorado but grew up in New York City where I work as a “monster” hunter. I am Magnus – specifically a Cesari – which means I can wield all four elements at the same time. My mother was human and my father is Venatori –

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I sat outside alone. Everyone else had gone inside. I hear my mother pass me by when she got home. She stopped and stared at me while I looked out over the mountain tops while I calmed down. My world was falling apart. I felt so betrayed. My mother had moved on without me. But they knew about me. Knew my name. Even her sons. Twins…. Fuck my heart ached for the family I could have had if I hadn’t sparked.

But I had. I had sparked and I had ruined my mother’s precious life. She’d found love and had sons and I was left alone in a hateful world. Growing to hate my mother every day until Margo helped me see that she was just afraid. Fear makes us do stupid things. That’s when I had vowed never to let fear rule my life.

I don’t know how long I sat outside by myself. The day drifted into night and it was getting cold. I didn’t really care as I sat on the rock overlooking the mountains.

I heard the door open. And I smelled the strange man before he spoke. “Why don’t you come inside, son?”

“I’m not your son.” I quipped and then I added a little more respectfully, “I’m fine where I’m at right now sir. Thank you.”

I heard the crunch of his boots as he walked towards the rock and sat down next to me looking out over the tree tops and into the starry sky. I didn’t see skies like this back home. “Your mother made apple pie.”

“I know. I smelled it when you opened the door. But I can’t eat it.”

Jesse chuckled, “Can’t eat the carbs? Mich said you were a picky eater.”

“It’s not that. I hate apple pie.”

“Your mother said it was your favorite.”

“Was being the operative word. It reminded me of her. I hated her growing up. But funny enough the smell of apple pie and all the things that make it up are the most comforting things to me. But I can’t stand the taste of it.” I said absently into the star.

“Your mother loves you, Nox.”

I laughed. “No she doesn’t. She called me a monster. She threw a fire extinguisher at my head. She dragged me kicking and screaming onto an airplane and drugged me so I’d be quiet. Then she left me with a complete stranger and I never saw or heard from her again. That sounds like love to me.” I said with sarcasm dripping from my tongue.

“She was just scared. It took her a long time to get over that fear and by the time it she did, Nox. It was already too late. When I met her she was crying every night at the loss of her boy. But she knew you were better off without her.”

I laughed ironically as I lifted the back of my shirt and wove a ball of light above my head. “Does that look like I was better off without her?” I growled out and hopped off the rock and walked away from my step-father. Just what I fucking needed another absentee male figure trying to be my father now that I was grown.

But I had to admire Jesse he followed me but said nothing until I was in the middle of the road staring. “What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I turned around and I knew I was crying. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. “I hated her less each day. But now, seeing this. I can’t do it. I can’t go into that house. I can’t see the kitchen we used to make apple pie in. I can’t see the living room that I torched because she was angry at me. She had scared me, shaken me for making a mess. I can’t see the pictures hanging on the walls of you and your boys happy with the woman I hate so much. I can’t do it.”

Jesse looked at me with pity in his eyes. I hated that look. I hate when it was directed at me so I walked past him back to the rock I’d been sitting at. “You need to sleep.”

He didn’t say anything more. But he stood there and watched me for a long time before he went back inside. I could hear the fun and laughter in the house, the smell of warmth and comfort and the tears fell harder as the door closed behind him.

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My name is Nox Sétanta. I am first and foremost a fictional character escaped from the mind of my creator AJ. In layman's terms I'm a magic wielding monster hunter born to my human mother and my Venatori father.